Backdoor Slider - A Love Story
by Joe L
Chapter 43
Another week of school has passed and we're ready for our second football game. The second week of school has brought our first homework assignments and our first reminder of how busy we get when we have school and athletics to worry about. Our private time together has greatly decreased, but that only heightens the intensity of our sex. We have such a large build-up time that we usually just end up fucking each other's brains out when we're together, then we're too exhausted to do anything else afterwards. Our slow love making has taken a backseat this week, but I have high hopes for the weekend. I need to be held and kissed and cuddled... I'm an addict.
Tonight's game is going to be a little different than last week's. In fact, we're supposed to lose to this team. They have an All-State wide receiver that Luke is matching up against. The coaches have been working one-on-one with Luke on his coverage skills, so he can guard this kid. Luke doesn't have much experience, but he's certainly the best athlete of anyone on defense by far. With Luke putting in extra time on his position, I didn't get much kicking practice in. I don't like anyone else holding for me now that Luke's been doing it. At least Luke has been distracted by tonight's game all week and hasn't been talking about the nightmares. Hopefully he hasn't been getting them, either.
We come out on the field. Our entire team is trying to scope out their star wide receiver who is currently trying to psych up their fans with their cheerleaders. I already hate him. Luke found out his name is Jamal Parsons and although he's Luke's and my age, he already looks like he's an established college athlete. Luke says he may even be in better shape than we are. Plus, he's tatted up all over his arms and probably other places hidden by his uniform. I can't stand tattoos, personally. I'll be so angry with Luke if he ever gets one. His body is so perfect.
I make the opening kick-off and start jogging down the field like I normally do. However, I see our guys start to fall here and there, and their return man busts loose and heads down the sideline towards me. I haven't had much training on tackling, but I have to go for it anyway. If I miss him, he's going all the way for a touchdown. He makes a juke on me, but I don't fall for it. I'm able to wrap my arms around his waist, but he doesn't go down. He's pulling me along with him. I can see that I've slowed him down enough so that I'll get help from my teammates who are starting to catch up. However, I know I'll never be a football player unless I make a tackle. I take a deep breath and summon every ounce of strength inside of me. I plant the spikes in the heel of my cleats into the ground, lock my hands together around his stomach, and pull as hard as I possibly can. I'm shocked as I feel his body lift off the ground, so I just fall backwards hoping he comes with me. I close my eyes and squeeze him as tightly as I can so he won't break free. I hit the ground first, and I slam him down on his back. His helmet pops off, and the ball pops loose and rolls out of bounds. I hear a strange sound from far away, but focus on trying to stand up. I look over at our sideline and up at our fans behind them with confusion. Our coaches are staring at me with amazement and laughing, our players are jumping up and down, pointing at me, and our fans are screaming and going wild. I finally smile a little, realizing what just happened. That must've looked pretty cool.
I jog over to the sideline after getting slapped in the helmet by all of the players who were on the field. Luke comes over to congratulate me before he heads out to the field on defense.
"Feels pretty good, huh?" he asks with a smile.
"Yeah. I had never even thought I'd be tackling or even have the chance," I say. I didn't even realize I was breathless until I started to talk. The adrenaline running through my body makes me unable to feel anything.
"You get to fuck me tonight," he says low enough that no one else can hear since the crowd is still roaring. "You're gonna wanna fuck something after making that tackle." He runs onto the field and wags his tongue at me as he looks over his shoulder. He's right. I could fuck him right now out on the 50-yard line in front of everyone. I wouldn't even care, and I doubt he would either. However, I restrain myself in consideration of everyone else at the game. I spend the next few minutes trying to get my head out of the clouds. I might have to kick something later in the game.
I turn my attention back to the field, and suddenly I get a knot in my stomach as I realize what Luke is up against. The first play is a run play, so I exhale with relief. The second play, the quarterback drops back to pass and I grind my teeth and hold my breath as I watch. He's looking for his star receiver, of course. He throws the ball deep, and I see Jamal running just ahead of Luke. They are both looking over their shoulder like either one could catch the ball. Suddenly, Jamal's cleat catches Luke on the knee and Luke goes down. Jamal easily catches the ball and walks into the end zone for a touchdown. Luke flings off his helmet and grabs his knee, and the fucking referee throws a penalty flag, almost hitting Luke in the face with it. It's a penalty to take your helmet off on the field for safety reasons, but this should be an exception. It's reasonable to want to see if you're gushing blood after someone cleats you.
I stay on our sideline, trying not to look too terrified as our coaches and medical guy attend to him. After a couple of minutes, Luke rises to his feet without any help, and I'm finally able to breathe. I want to go over and ask him how he is on the bench, but he's too angry and embarrassed about having a touchdown scored on him and a penalty thrown on him in the same play. I let him sit for a while and try to calm down. I keep glancing over at him, and finally I catch his eye. He gives me a subtle, but inviting smile, so I walk over to him.
"Don't worry, I'm fine... just a scratch," he points down at his knee. It's all wrapped up, so I can't tell exactly how serious it really is.
"Do you need stitches?"
"Nah." He would say that if his entire leg had been sheared off, though. I guess I can't be too concerned or it will annoy him... and call attention to us. I hear a roar from our stands, so we both stand up to see what's happening. Our running back just broke through and is on his way to the end zone. "Let's go kick a point," he says and slaps my butt. For a second, I have no idea what he's talking about, and I look at him with confusion. "Duh, you're our kicker, and I'm your holder. Let's go kick the extra point."
"Oh yeah," I smile at him and we start jogging towards our end zone. I've got to get my head in the game. Luke handles the snap just like in practice, and I boot the ball through the goal posts effortlessly. We're tied 7-7, and things are looking up. I make a booming kick-off and the coverage does its job this time. Now, we just have to stop them. That is, Luke has to stop Jamal.
The first play, their quarterback throws to Jamal again, and he beats Luke again. It's a gain of over twenty yards, as one of our other guys is able to push Jamal out of bounds before he can break away. Luke is snorting mad, and coach takes him out for a play so he can calm down. There's no way I'm approaching him now.
Nothing happens the next play and Luke is substituted back in. There's no way he's going to let Jamal catch another pass. Luke looks like he would try to kill him before the ball even reaches the two of them. That may be a penalty. The next play, their quarterback launches another deep ball to Jamal, and Luke takes off down the sideline step for step with him. Luke eventually overtakes Jamal and looks like he has a beat on the interception.
"PLEASE catch it," I say through my gritted teeth.
Just as the ball descends to Luke, he has to slow up or he will overrun it. However, Jamal keeps charging ahead as he's was couple of steps behind. Suddenly, Jamal's cleat lands directly on top of Luke's foot and the sight makes me sick to my stomach. Luke's foot bends completely sideways and he skids to the ground, tumbling several times. I see his foot flop around as his legs go back into the air. He's totally shattered his ankle. There's no way it's not broken. He lies on the opposite sideline as coaches from both teams scramble towards him. I don't know what to do. I realize my eyes are starting to well up with tears so I quickly turn away from everyone. I look up at the stands and see Denise trying to scramble onto the field in panic.
I can't believe this is happening. Maybe it's not as bad as I thought.... It has to be, though. It's really bad. This is one of those injuries that they wouldn't show an instant replay on television because it's too gruesome. Luke is going to be furious once he gets past the pain. This could one of those injuries that could cost him everything. I wish I could take the pain from him and feel it, myself. I wish I could go through the entire injury for him... but I'm totally helpless. All I can do is stand here and wait... and watch.
An ambulance pulls onto the field, and after about fifteen minutes, I finally see them hoist Luke inside. I see him raise an arm to give thumbs-up to the crowd, and everyone cheers and lets out a sigh of relief. I know that the thumbs-up was really for me. I take a deep breath and look around the field. I can't look up at my family in the stands, especially David. If he has some shitty grin on his face, I'd probably run up there and kill him. I can just imagine it, and it's making me insanely angry, just from the thought of it. I need to calm down. I splash myself in the face with some ice water and try to walk around to loosen up.
I just want to be with Luke. I want to make him feel better. I want to hear what the doctors say... but I have to stay at this stupid football game.
"Connor! Coach Nelson wants to talk to you." Coach D slaps me on the helmet, and I jog over to Coach Nelson. Nelson is our head coach and he rarely says anything to me. I feel like he's the kind of coach that doesn't respect kickers and doesn't think they're real football players.
"Yeah coach?" I ask, surprised how weak and worried my voice comes out.
"Connor, I'm going to need you to strangle Jamal Parsons," he says in a deadpan voice.
"Huh?" I ask, knowing that I must've heard him wrong.
"It's a joke, son." He gives me a half-smile and some of the other coaches who are standing around start to chuckle nervously.
"Yes sir, very funny stuff," I say, starting to walk away.
"Connor, you're going to have to stay loose and try to put that out of your mind. I know it's bad, but Olson's a tough kid, and he'll get through it. We still have a game to play, and we're going to need you sharp and focused." He slaps my helmet as if to say that he's done talking to me and I should leave.
"Yes sir!" I shout, trying to sound strong.
I return to my spot on the sideline. I try to stay focused on the game, but it's hopeless. I just keep thinking about Luke, writhing in the ambulance. I wish I could just let him squeeze my hand through the pain. I wish I could just do something. I just keep biting my lip to stop myself from crying.
"Connor! You're up!" Coach D snaps me out of my trance, and I look out at the field. It looks like I'm about to get my first chance at a field goal, and at the worst possible time. "Uhh... Rodriguez! You're going to hold for Connor!"
"WHAT?" A nervous voice bursts out from behind me.
"Just do it!"
"Yes sir," says some kid who I don't even know. He must be a bench-warmer. I jog out onto the field and see that the ball is spotted on the twenty-five-yard line. That means I'm going to attempt a forty-two-yard field goal. Usually, high school coaches won't let kickers attempt field goals longer than forty yards, but I can kick them easily in practice. I've been cleared to kick up to forty-five yards in games, but I can probably kick longer than that. Still, a forty-two-yard kick in this situation is not the way I wanted to start.
Everyone gets lined up in formation, and I start to feel like I'm going to faint. I look down at Rodriguez, and I see a kid with the deer-in-the-headlights look, staring up at me. I wish I had some encouraging words from him, but I can't speak. I feel like I'm about to freeze up, myself. I take a deep breath as the ball is hiked, hoping muscle memory will take over and my body will just start doing the right thing. The ball sails in slow motion towards my holder's outstretched hands. The ball goes right to his fingers, but it doesn't stop. I watch it continue to sail through the air past his hands towards me, and eventually, the tip of the ball hits me on the shoulder pad and bounces behind me. I don't think that was supposed to happen.
Still wondering what just occurred, I instinctively turn around and start looking for the ball. However, a second later, I see the ground rushing towards my face. I think I must be fainting after all, but I suddenly feel another person on top of me, so I realize that I've been knocked down in a mad scramble for the ball. As I'm finally able to lift my head up and see what's happening, I notice everyone is running down the field trying to stop a player on their team from returning the botched kick for a touchdown. I grimace as I see the referees signal a score at the other end zone and attempt to stand up.
I walk off the field, trying not to look at anyone. This isn't exactly what I had envisioned when I agreed to be the kicker. No one comes up to me, but I realize that hit I just took really shook the cobwebs out of my head. I made my first tackle, which felt great, and now I got creamed for the first time, and that felt pretty good, too. Maybe I am a football player. As I start to feel even better, I realize that maybe what just happened wasn't exactly a bad thing. It was bad for the team, of course, but maybe not for me. There's probably no way I would've made that kick anyway. I was so out of my mind. At least this way, it wasn't really my fault.
"Connor! You and Rodriguez practice holds and kicks! Martin, you snap the ball." Coach D comes up to me and gets right in my face. "That was my fault, son. I didn't teach anyone else how to hold besides Olson." Coach D smacks my helmet, and I jog over to the practice net. Rodriguez still looks a little shaken.
"No worries, man. Let's just get the next one," I say as we start practicing. He gets the hang of it quickly, and I start to gain confidence. Every time a thought of Luke and his pain enters my mind, I just try to block it out and keep concentrating. There's nothing I can do about it now.... except cry and fret and let my team down.
We start to fall further and further behind. The loss of Luke has sent our defense into a tailspin. They seem a step slower than the other team at every turn. However, I get two more chances to kick a field goal. I nail both of them, straight down the middle. They were only twenty-five and thirty-four yards, but they felt damn good. We end up losing 59-13, but for some reason, I don't feel too bad. My confidence is restored, and now, I get to dote on Luke and take care of him for a while. I'm sure he's still really upset, but I'm hoping he's on some good pain killers. My mission tonight will be to make him laugh.
I head to the locker room and get showered and changed. I check my phone as I'm about to leave, and I see I have a text from Luke. It just says that he's home from the hospital and he wants me to come over. Wow, they already sent him home! I start getting a little tingle in my dick.... Maybe it's not as bad as it seemed, after all.
I head out the door of the locker room, and I hear Coach D call for me.
"Connor! There's someone who wants to have a word with you."
"Yes sir," I say, growing nervous. What now? I just want to get to Luke. A fat man in a red jacket that is clearly not from either team extends his hand out to me.
"Garrett, I'm Pete Ackerly. I'm a scout from NAU."
"NAU?" I ask, stupidly.
"Northern Arizona University," he says with a half-smile.
"Of course. No disrespect, sir." I feel myself blush.
"I was here tonight to watch Parsons tear you guys up, but I have to say, you impressed me more than he did."
"Really?" I look up at him from the ground.
"Yes, but not from your unorthodox tackle on the kick-off. It was the way you pulled yourself together after that botched kick. Your other two kicks were solid and right on, and your kick-offs were all pure. You've got a great combo of fundamentals, focus and leg-strength. Keep it up and any college team would be lucky to have you."
"Really?" I can't believe what I'm hearing.
"Just remember, I said it first," he shakes my hand again and turns to leave. Coach D gives me a satisfied smile and smacks me in the back. My head starts spinning again. I never even considered playing college football. I figured once I hit college, my sports days were over. I'm in great shape, but I thought my size would probably keep me from any serious athletics. However, size in kickers isn't too important.
I run to the car, thinking that I can't wait to tell Luke what the scout said. Once I get behind the wheel, the reality of the situation hits me again, and I know I can't tell him yet. I just hope no one else leaks the information to him before I feel it's the right time to tell him. I need to concentrate on him and his athletic future right now.
It feels like it takes forever to get to Luke even though the streets are clear. It's after 10pm, and the football game crowds have left the area. I pull into Luke's place, tiptoe up the stairs and knock lightly on the front door. He might already be knocked out from the drugs, and I don't want to wake him. Denise answers the door.
"How is he?" I ask, trying to read her facial expression.
"Not so good. He really needs you now, Garrett," she says in a somber tone.
"Well, he's got me," I say as I turn away from her and bolt for Luke's room.
"I'm going to bed. Let me know if he needs anything," she says.
"Thanks," I say over my shoulder as I head in. Luke doesn't notice me at first because he's listening to his IPod. I'm able to look him over before he catches sight of me. His foot is in a huge boot cast, and it's propped up by pillows so that his ankle is higher than the rest of his body. He also looks like he's been crying. His face has tear-streaks, and when he looks up at me, his eyes are bloodshot.
"Hey," he says as he takes out his earpieces.
"So, what's the deal?" I sit on the edge of the bed and lean over for a quick kiss.
"It's bad. Several bones are broken. I go into surgery Monday morning. They're going to clean out the bone pieces and put in some screws and rods."
"Oh shit," is all I can say. I never even thought about surgery. I just thought he'd be in a cast for a while, and it would heal up. "Does it hurt now?"
"Nah, I'm on some pretty heavy stuff. Mom gave me another dose after I did that." He points over to his wall, and I see he punched a hole right by a picture of us in our baseball uniforms that he likes to jerk off to.
"What happened there?" I ask.
"I did that when I realized that I couldn't make love to you," he says, looking down at his foot.
"And why the hell not?"
"When I'm really goin' for it, and I'm really givin' it to you, I plant my toes into the mattress and use my feet and ankles as leverage to fuck that ass." He gives me a little smile.
"I see what you mean. Do you know any other hot gay gays in town that could fuck me like that while you're out of service?" I ask with a straight face. He tries to jab me in the ribs, and his smile widens. The movement causes him to slightly shift his foot and a wave of pain comes over him.
"Fuck! Don't do that to me, G!"
"I wasn't the one who tried to tickle YOU!"
"Uhhhnn! I can't fucking believe this!" He stares at the ceiling.
"I'm so sorry you have to go through this. If I could go through it for you, I would." I stroke his arm.
"I wouldn't let you," he smiles up at me. "You're such a pussy when it comes to pain."
I pretend like I'm about to tickle him, and he looks horrified for a second. I bust up laughing and roll onto the floor.
"Once you heal up, you'll be fine, right?" I ask, still sprawled out on the floor.
"Yeah, they said I should be fine for the beginning of baseball season in the spring."
"I knew everything would work out." I climb back on the bed and stroke his hair.
"I'm never playing fucking football again. You can say 'I told you so' if you want to. You knew this was going to happen."
"Nah. I just didn't want you to join because I didn't think I'd even make the team. I just thought you playing football would've meant we'd spend less time together. I just used the injury thing as an excuse. But anyway, I told you so."
"Thanks, DICK!" he tries to pinch my butt, but I scramble out of the way.
"Do you want anything to drink?" I ask.
"Nah, I just finished something."
"You sure? Cuz once I get settled in, I'm not moving for a while."
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to be a good boyfriend and make you feel better."
"I'm not up for any sexual stuff, G."
"That's not what I meant. You're just going to lean forward, I'll slide in behind you, you lean back against me, and I'll hold you for a while."
"That sounds like just what I need." He gives me the sweet, needy look. I run into the kitchen and fetch a couple of drinks, just in case and try to make myself pee. I have no intention of moving once I get him in my arms. I return to the bedroom and try to slip my body in behind his without disturbing his foot. It's harder than it looks, and he whines with a few oww-oww-oww's. I prop a pillow in front of my crotch, partially to support his back and partially so he won't feel my boner. I'm already half-hard and I know this much close contact will take care of the other half.
Eventually, we get settled, and he leans back against my chest. The back of his head rests on my shoulder and I embrace him around his pecs. We both let out a content and loving sigh.
"You smell nice," he whispers.
"I smell clean. YOU smell nice," I say, breathing in the aroma from his sweaty hair.
"I probably smell like a fucking hospital."
"You smell like a sexy jock boy." I keep up the hugging and the smelling.
"So, did you see it happen? I mean, could you see my ankle go all weird when I broke it?"
"Yeah, I saw it."
"What were you thinking?"
"What was I thinking when I saw your ankle break?"
"Yeah."
"I was kinda in shock. I was wondering if I really saw what I thought I saw. Then I saw you lying on the ground, motionless, and I just couldn't help but think.... damn, he looks sexy in that football uniform."
Luke erupts in laughter and I know I've accomplished my goal. He's not going to sulk anymore.
"You always know what to say."
"I love my guy," I hug him and rock him back and forth gently without moving his legs. We sit in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying being with each other. I continue to take in breath after breath of his intoxicating scent.
"You look really sexy in your uniform, too, G. You're not going to quit the team now that I'm off, are you?"
"Nah," I say, trying not to act like I'm hiding anything. "I've put so much time into learning how to kick. I think I'll finish this season, at least."
"Cool. You're really good at it."
"Thanks." I start to kiss him repeatedly on the ear and down onto his cheek. "Sorry, I just need to love on you a little bit. It was just killing me... not to be able to be with you when you were hurting so bad. That's what I was really thinking about." I continue to kiss him, eventually heading down the side of his neck to his shoulder.
"I know. I wanted you there, too. But I knew you couldn't be there. It basically woulda outed us if you left with me. I got through it knowing we'd be together tonight, though."
"Yeah, I was thinking all the same things."
"So what was the final score?"
"You don't want to know."
"Not good, huh?"
"Yeah, the defense was a little deflated after you left. They couldn't stop shit."
"So what was the score?"
"59-13."
"Ouch. Okay... So, it was 7-7 when I left.... So that means we scored SIX more points.... Six points... hmmm... either we had three safeties... not very likely.... or we scored a touchdown and you MISSED the extra point..." I stare at him shocked and dismayed, and he cranes his neck back to look at me since the kissing has stopped. "also, NOT very likely," he continues, and I start kissing his ear again. "So I'll have to go with.... my hot boyfriend kicked two amazing field goals!"
"Ding, ding, ding!" I say and we both chuckle.
"I can't believe I missed it! I'm so proud of you... and that tackle you made! I was all jumping around and screaming. I almost came, too."
"Yeah, I didn't even realize what I did until I saw everyone going nuts. That was pretty cool. As for the kicking, it was just like practice, right down the middle." I go on to tell him about the botched field goal and we agree that it shouldn't be counted as a miss.
"You're so good at everything you do, G."
"I hope you that means I'm good at sex with my boyfriend."
"Yeah, you're the best.... and don't think I can't feel your boner behind that pillow."
"I can't help it!" I make a line of kisses down his neck again. "Being in the same room with you always makes me boi-yoi-yoing!"
"Sorry you can't fuck me like I promised. It woulda been so awesome. I bet you have quite a load built up in there."
"Yeah, I can jerk off after you go to sleep."
"What a waste."
"Can I take a peek at the sleeping snake?" I say as I slowly lift the waistband of his shorts.
"Poor guy... all those drugs have knocked him out," Luke says, shaking his head. I pull his shorts down the rest of the way and take his soft dick in my hands. It's so strange to see it limp. 99% of the time when I see it, it's hard and perfect and mouth-watering. Even when it's softening, it doesn't take it long to stiffen back up. I continue to paw at it with both hands.
"Sorry, G. There's nothing going on down there. He's knocked out."
"That sounds like a challenge."
"You can try, but don't get your feelings hurt if he doesn't wake up."
I smile as I try to think about what to say. I move my lips right up against his ear so I can whisper and breathe right into it.
"We're going to have so much fun while you're getting better. We're going back to basics," I whisper, giving him some more kisses as I exhale a hot breath into his ear.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, we're going to do some really hot, really slow, really deep kissing. It's going to drive you wiiiiild."
"Mmmm," he licks his lips and closes his eyes.
"Our dicks will be pressed up against each other as we force our tongues deeper and deeper into each other's mouths. They will throb and radiate heat and beg for release. Eventually, one of us will barely move our hips and both of our dicks will just fuckin' explode together. It will be so hot and sweaty and perfect."
Just like I thought, his dick starts to harden in my hands, and I take a firm grip on it so I can really start to jack it.
"G, you'd better not do that. What if you're jerkin' me off and I have a spasm or something, which causes me to jerk my foot? It will really hurt. You'd never forgive yourself." I'm so horny by this point, I can't take no for an answer.
"Okay, just completely concentrate on your foot right now. You doing it?"
"Yeah."
"Now, completely relax it. Let it sink into that pillow and let it totally drift away from your thoughts. Now relax your entire leg, and let it drift away. Now relax your other leg." I see it start to work, as his legs collapse and go limp. "You relaxed?"
"Mmmm, yeahhhhhh," he whispers.
"Now relax the rest of your body. Just take a big, deep breath and let your entire body relax and melt into me." He does what I ask, and suddenly I feel like he becomes heavier and closer to me. I stroke his hair and kiss his cheek a couple of times. "How you feelin'?"
"Really goooood."
"Now just close your eyes, trust me, and listen to my voice." I grab his dick again, which is still hard, and continue to jerk it slowly, but forcefully. "After we cum, we won't break the kiss. We'll just keep going... keep tonguing... slowly. The kiss after we cum is always so sweet, so grateful, so loving. It's like a big 'thank you' for what just happened. But it gradually turns back into lustful, passionate kissing. Both of our sloppy, cummy dicks will start to harden again as they build up another hot load. We go back to rubbing our bodies together… through the sweat and the cum. It feels soooooo good and it jacks our dicks against our ab muscles. I start to feel you cum again, and you dig your tongue into my mouth and hug me tight. I feel so secure and loved in your arms, and my dick starts to squirt between us–"
"Oh fuuuuck, G!" Luke moans and turns his head up to me. He clutches me behind my neck and shoves his tongue in my mouth. I gladly accept it and we start making out as I continue to jack his dick. I moan as I start to cum into the pillow between us. Whispering my own fantasies into Luke's ear was too much for me. I slightly thrust my hips into him, hoping he doesn't notice I'm having an orgasm. I glance down at his dick. It's still rock-hard, but I can tell that the head isn't swollen and purple like he's about to cum. I'll have to keep working.
Luke breaks the kiss and relaxes his body into mine again with a deep sigh.
"G, did you just cum?" he whispers.
"Maybe a little," I giggle.
"That was pretty fucking hot.... Keep going." he closes his eyes again.
"Hmmm... besides the kissing... I'm gonna be sucking SO much dick," I breathe a hot breath into his ear and he squirms with pleasure. "Whenever I notice the slightest bone in your shorts, I'll yank 'em down and be on my knees. I'll be like an animal... No one can stop me.... I'll be licking it and kissing it all over... I'll be running my tongue up and down your pleasure button... just driving you crazy.... all the time.... I'll be moaning with ecstasy as you pump your load into my mouth. I'll gulp it down... It will taste so good and creamy."
"Can we 69 sometimes?" he moans as he arches his back a little.
"Oh yeah…. That feels so good. I can be on top of you and gently fuck your mouth as you pleasure me with your tongue. The growing sensation from my own dick starts to overwhelm me, and I know I can't last long ... The feeling gives me super-human powers in dick-sucking and I just go crazy on your dick, begging it to cum before I do. Suddenly, I taste the warm, salty jizz start to gush into my mouth, and I unload and release into yours. We both pump our hips and thrust our dicks into each other's mouths as we wildly chug down all that delicious cum."
"Uhhhhnnnn, I'm almost there," I jack his dick a little more forcefully, as he rubs my legs. I don't think he's relaxed anymore. Hopefully, he won't move his foot.
"And don't think we have to stop fucking.... You can lie back on the bed, I can sit right down on your dick, and I can ride you anytime you want. I know you like to go slow, so I can grab onto your shoulders and just slowly pump your dick in and out of me. I'll have my eyes locked on yours, so I'll know exactly what you're feeling and exactly what you want. I'll speed up for a second and watch you gasp with a wave of pleasure. I'll slow way down so you can really make love to me. You'll hold me by the sides, guiding my every move. I'll keep watching your face and eyes as your longing for me builds and builds. You'll want to hold me and kiss me, but I keep riding you, letting the feeling grow. Finally, we won't be able to stand it anymore, and I'll slump down over you and we'll start kissing... kissing like you can't imagine... kissing like we haven't seen each other in an eternity... kissing like there is nothing else in the world. Then, you'd fill me up with your love. I'd feel the warmth of your love inside of me, and there would be no greater feeling."
I've been so transfixed on his face and whispering into his ear, that I didn't realize he was cumming all over himself... until a squirt lands on his cheek. His head is slumped back over my shoulder, his eyes are closed and his mouth is slightly open. He lets out a slight moan as another squirt hits his chin, runs up to his lower lip and leaks into his mouth. I smile and continue to jerk his shaft and squeeze the head. It was some orgasm.
I start wiping up some cum on my finger and licking it clean, but he cranes his neck back and interrupts my sampling with a sweet, but exhausted kiss.
"G," he says after his head falls back on my shoulder. "That... was... I just can't put it into words. Maybe someday, I can only hope to repay you for that."
"You do, every day. Not just from the sex... just being with you." I stop licking his cum off my fingers, and hug him tight for a minute.
"As much as I want to stay just like this forever... I have to piss so bad, I think I'm gonna die."
"Well, we don't want that," I say, starting to ease my way out from behind him. "I could go for a piss, too." I get to my feet and help him to his crutches. We head to the bathroom and take care of business, then start to get ready for bed. I catch him looking at me lovingly a couple of times, and I marvel at what I was just able to accomplish. I made him completely forget about his foot and that he has to have surgery tomorrow. We head back into his bedroom to turn in.
"You take the other bed. I'll sleep in the sweaty, cummy bed. Go ahead and get in, and I'll help you get fixed," I say, picking up the cover and sheet so he can slide in.
"Can I ask you a favor?" he asks with his big brown eyes, leaning pitifully on his crutches.
"Anything."
"Can you sleep like... in the position that we just were? Me lying on top of you and you holding me?"
"Sure," I feel a huge, loving smile come over my face.
"Do you think you'll be able to fall asleep with me leaning on you like that?"
"I dunno, but I'd sure love to give it a try."
"Thanks," he says as I gather as many pillows as I can find and start to situate myself in the clean bed. "It's just... after what you just did for me, I have to be close to you tonight."
He hobbles over and turns off the light, then climbs into bed and leans on me. This has really turned into one perfect night, even after what happened. I stroke his hair and give him one last kiss on the cheek. I feel him go to sleep in seconds. It takes me quite a while longer. I'm used to sleeping in the same bed with him, but never with his hard, muscular body on mine. I'm usually on my side cuddling him... or on my back with him cuddling me. However, I intensely enjoy the feeling of love between us at this moment. I never think we could ever be closer, but somehow, we always find a way. I drift off to sleep with a smile on my face.
I wake up in the morning in the same position and my smile returns. Luke moans and stirs on top of me, and I try to slide out from under him so he can go back to sleep. I sneak out to the living room where Denise and I make plans on how we're going to handle Luke over the weekend before his surgery. We both dote on him, which he loves, and the weekend goes fairly well. He must have some pretty good pain killers, as I get a little queasy each time I look at his ankle and remember how it flopped around when he broke it. He sleeps on top of me both nights, and I spend a lot of time in that same position with him in bed, just stroking his hair and kissing his head, neck and shoulders.
The alarm clock jolts me out of a deep sleep Monday morning, and the fear strikes me again. I have to go to school and Luke has to go into surgery. I have to be brave for him.
"Damn school," I mutter. "Wish I woulda broken my ankle, so I wouldn't have to go to school."
Luke smiles and immediately drifts back off. I take a shower and try to wake up. I realize that I did get a full night's sleep, not waking up once, even with Luke on top of me. I'm going to need it. This is going to be a tough day.
I quietly sneak back into Luke's room to get dressed and try not to wake him. However, he's already awake. He's never been in the hospital before and he's not really good with simple doctor visits.
"You're not leaving without giving me a good-bye kiss, are you?"
"No way," I smile, dropping my towel. "Let's take care of that now."
He holds the blanket up for me and I climb back in bed on top of him, making sure not to come anywhere near the bad foot. He pulls the blanket up over our heads and I start kissing him with an intensity that surprises me. I'm kissing him like he's going off to war... like I'm never going to see him again. I vanquish the thought from my mind, and concentrate on the kiss. Soon, we're all squishy and slimy with two morning loads between us. I realize that I'll need to take another shower, and I'll be late if I stay on him any longer.
"I gotta go," I whisper as I kiss him three or four more times.
"Nooooo," he groans and hugs me tight, but I pry myself away.
I look at the clock as I stand up and realize I'm really late. I only have eight minutes before the time we usually leave for school. I run back to the shower and try to get any traces of cum and sweat off of me. I dry off as fast as I can and bolt around the apartment, getting the rest of my things together. I try not to, but my eyes keep welling up with tears as I know I'm going to have to leave him to face his surgery. I'm finally ready to head out the door, but I return for one more quick kiss. It has to be quick because I don't want him to know I'm about to cry.
"I'll be at the hospital as soon as I get out of school," I give him a quick peck on the lips, but he's smiling at me as if he knows I'm about to lose it.
"I'll be fine. You hang in there, G," he says. "Love you."
"Love you more," I call over my shoulder and bolt for the front door, trying to control myself.
The cool morning air shocks me back to normal, and I drive to school, trying to convince myself that Luke is going to be fine. If there was anyone in the world who could come through surgery fine, it would be Luke. He couldn't be any healthier. They're going to clean out and fix up his ankle. He's going to do everything right in his recovery and rehab, and he'll be back to normal in no time.
The school day drags. I keep checking my phone every few minutes for text updates from Denise. I find out that his surgery time was moved back to 2pm, and he won't be done by the time I get to the hospital. Still, after school, I race directly there and find Denise in the waiting room.
"Any word yet?" I say, trying to catch my breath.
"No. They told me it's a long surgery, and he probably won't be into recovery for another couple of hours."
"Oh." I sit down next to her.
"So how are you holding up, Garrett?" she asks, patting me on the knee.
I open my mouth to say, "I'm fine," but spontaneously burst into tears. I try to stifle my sobbing by burying my face in her jacket, but I'm sure everyone in the waiting room can hear me and probably are now staring at me.
"I know, hun," she says. "I've been wishing all night and all day that I could go through this for him. I know you feel the same."
I nod as she continues to try to soothe me.
"I just love him so much," I whisper through sobs, hoping no one else hears. I hear Denise start to giggle, and I lift my head up to look at her, feeling a little hurt that she's laughing at me.
"No, no," she says. "It's just that right before he was going in for his anesthesia, he was crying too, and he said the same thing."
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